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tomorrow night I will go down to the island and look for footprints of yours in the foam I can wait til the sea gives up her lovers 'til I find you asleep on a stone I'll wait where are you? I'll wait I'll find you now the summer is over light is dying earth is giving up life with a sigh then the grass was so green where we were lying cracking underfoot now, tinder dry I'll wait where are you? From Letras Mania